Post by meka on Jun 19, 2006 1:41:57 GMT -5
Ahhh, a place to let it all out. Sorry, I'll probably be long-winded.
Background: Went for a consultation with my new gynecologist to see if he could give me a second opinion on whether I need a laparoscopy or laparotomy. I had asked the receptionist who scheduled the appointment for a female doctor.
Citations for this doctor:
#1) He turned out not to be a woman (okay, not his fault)
#2) Before he examined me, when I was talking to him about my past experience, he kept going, "yeah, un-huh," -- totally NOT listening to me.
#3) After he examined and talked to me, I told him I had questions to ask him. He sighed and said, "Okay, but hurry 'cause I have other patients."
#4) I asked him how long he'd been working with endo and he said, "Thirty-five years, is that enough for you?" Oh, he was so proud of himself.
#5)I asked him to explain laser removal versus excision. He went on and on about how I shouldn't be so thrilled about laser anything, cause everyone's sooo into lasers, and they think they're the cure-all, and blah, blah, blah! He wouldn't shut up about it. Finally he let me interrupt him long enough to tell him that I wasn't a part of the laser-as-God crew, and that I'm actually more interested in excision. He said that NO method is necessarily better than the other. He said he uses a combo of things, but he was too rushed to get into the details, which I wanted.
#6) He said he wouldn't garaunty that he could spare any of my reproductive organs. He won't be able to tell 'til he goes in there. I said I really want to keep all my organs intact. He got so annoyed with me. How dare I talk back to him! So, he hit me where it REALLY hurt. He blurts out, "Look, your reproductive future . . ." He didn't have to go any further. I already knew the end of that sentence (my ovar(ies) are the size of my uterus, and twisted behind my uterus--thus, no tubal contact-- thus, no baby), he just did not have to be so evil about it. I was trying so hard to hold it in, but it all came out. I can't remember the last time I cried so uncontrollably. He tried to back pedal, and then stumbled over his words. Then, the genius says, "If I had a daughter I'd tell her the same thing." Gee, thanks, at least I know I shouldn't take it personal.
#7) He didn't know what to say, didn't offer me a tissue. He waited for me to calm down and said, "Meet me in my office so we can schedule the surgery." and he ran out. He sent the nurse in to clean up his mess, "Are you okay, can I help you," she asks. I think, yeah, I'll take a new set of ovaries, tubes, and uterus (comic relief).
#8)I've long-since decided this doc won't be operating on me, but I go in to see what he has to say. I ask him if I can look at my records. This guy looks me dead in the eye and says, "No."
I say, "You mean, patients can't see their own records?" "No, a doctor needs to request them." LIAR!!!!!
I tell him, "Oh, I read in the hospital's literature somewhere that I have a right to see my records."
"Oh, well, you have to ask them," he snaps.
I'm so offended that he would flat out lie (and there's no way he doesn't know that very basic law) that I don't even ask him who "them" refers to. I already knew where to go.
So, I signed up for a new doctor, and went on my not so merry way.
Ohhhh, maybe it was all just a silly dream. Yeah, a nightmare.
If you made it this far, thanks for listening.
Background: Went for a consultation with my new gynecologist to see if he could give me a second opinion on whether I need a laparoscopy or laparotomy. I had asked the receptionist who scheduled the appointment for a female doctor.
Citations for this doctor:
#1) He turned out not to be a woman (okay, not his fault)
#2) Before he examined me, when I was talking to him about my past experience, he kept going, "yeah, un-huh," -- totally NOT listening to me.
#3) After he examined and talked to me, I told him I had questions to ask him. He sighed and said, "Okay, but hurry 'cause I have other patients."
#4) I asked him how long he'd been working with endo and he said, "Thirty-five years, is that enough for you?" Oh, he was so proud of himself.
#5)I asked him to explain laser removal versus excision. He went on and on about how I shouldn't be so thrilled about laser anything, cause everyone's sooo into lasers, and they think they're the cure-all, and blah, blah, blah! He wouldn't shut up about it. Finally he let me interrupt him long enough to tell him that I wasn't a part of the laser-as-God crew, and that I'm actually more interested in excision. He said that NO method is necessarily better than the other. He said he uses a combo of things, but he was too rushed to get into the details, which I wanted.
#6) He said he wouldn't garaunty that he could spare any of my reproductive organs. He won't be able to tell 'til he goes in there. I said I really want to keep all my organs intact. He got so annoyed with me. How dare I talk back to him! So, he hit me where it REALLY hurt. He blurts out, "Look, your reproductive future . . ." He didn't have to go any further. I already knew the end of that sentence (my ovar(ies) are the size of my uterus, and twisted behind my uterus--thus, no tubal contact-- thus, no baby), he just did not have to be so evil about it. I was trying so hard to hold it in, but it all came out. I can't remember the last time I cried so uncontrollably. He tried to back pedal, and then stumbled over his words. Then, the genius says, "If I had a daughter I'd tell her the same thing." Gee, thanks, at least I know I shouldn't take it personal.
#7) He didn't know what to say, didn't offer me a tissue. He waited for me to calm down and said, "Meet me in my office so we can schedule the surgery." and he ran out. He sent the nurse in to clean up his mess, "Are you okay, can I help you," she asks. I think, yeah, I'll take a new set of ovaries, tubes, and uterus (comic relief).
#8)I've long-since decided this doc won't be operating on me, but I go in to see what he has to say. I ask him if I can look at my records. This guy looks me dead in the eye and says, "No."
I say, "You mean, patients can't see their own records?" "No, a doctor needs to request them." LIAR!!!!!
I tell him, "Oh, I read in the hospital's literature somewhere that I have a right to see my records."
"Oh, well, you have to ask them," he snaps.
I'm so offended that he would flat out lie (and there's no way he doesn't know that very basic law) that I don't even ask him who "them" refers to. I already knew where to go.
So, I signed up for a new doctor, and went on my not so merry way.
Ohhhh, maybe it was all just a silly dream. Yeah, a nightmare.
If you made it this far, thanks for listening.